Every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2683 | 2019-03-26 15:27:11 | 90.78 | 97% |
| 1203 | 2019-01-10 20:10:03 | 86.37 | 96% |